Alright, so, I just started my junior year of college. And for some reason, I cannot WAIT to graduate.

Towards the end of the summer I started going on a crazy drawing spree and trying new things. My style has always been surrealism, cartoons, things like that. I made an attempt at drawing one of my friends as an actual person and totally failed. But when I just did it my own way, it came out insane. I'm usually not into drawing anything remotely human like, unless it's in a surreal form. But this was almost like a person with a cartoony edge to it. And I kinda almost loved it.

Then I started just doing my own thing and I've started filling a sketchbook. Since I took the last few weeks of summer off from work, I had all this free time. It seemed like a lot to me, anyways. I spent most of that time just hanging around random places, drawing. And I kinda almost loved that too.

Until then, the infamous moving in week came rolling in faster than I could've imagined. My classes have started (curriculum planning=EPIC FAIL.), and I have all these things and all this work to do all of a sudden. I almost forgot what it was like over the summer.

Now I feel like that streak of creativity was almost too good to be true. If only my scanner were halfway decent I could put my drawings on here.

Oh well, back to the textbooks & back to drinking lemon lime gatorade directly from a gallon jug, to wash down the plain Special K that I'm eating directly from the box.

Man, I love college.